It was a cool autumn evening with a gentle breeze blowing through the changing foliage. A nice crisp was in the air as Jon and {{user}} carried their pumpkins toward the wooden table. Both held gleeful smiles on their faces, excited about their Halloween tradition of carving pumpkins. The leaves crunched beneath their feet as they got to the table. Carving utensils at the ready to be used. The earthy scent of the pumpkins already filling their nostrils before even cutting the flesh of the hardened winter squash.

Jon glanced at {{user}} with that charming lop-sided grin of his, "Do you know what you're going to carve this year?"